MISSION: 

 

The Black haired Boy, the Raven Black Haired Boy whose Hair 

like feather daggers threatens to cut us when we get too close. 

The Gypsy-eyed Boy with a hole in his ear you can see the 

whole world through a Black Ring sucks it in, Hangs off the 

Rail in an Underground train, His skinny legs jiggling to a 

silent Rhythm in His head. His skinny jeans, Black leather roots

like loafers glue him to the Spot. His feet, independent of His legs 

don’t dance – they know something His head forgot. His pale & 

impatient Face, His breath, anxious to leave His body.

 

“We are being held at this station due to a passenger taken ill

on the train in front – we do apologise for this inconvenience”

says the driver

 

“Get down Goldfish!” says the Boy in my ear “How long does it take? – 

get ’em off – get ’em off!”

 

Then in clipped tones, to his mate, the Unseen.

 

“We gotta Leave!”

 

The Unseen friend stares off into the distance, he’s already left us,

on a mission.

 

(K)